𝐓𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐅𝐚𝐥𝐥 // Leo [the irregulars]

𝐗𝐈𝐕|stealing faces

Just when things were starting to heat up *sigh*

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Jessie led the group to the place she had seen in her visions when she had bumped into the murderer. It just so happened to be the pub that the body was found outside of.

"This is it. This is the pub," Jessie announced when they entered the establishment. "The three men took her upstairs over there."

We all looked over to see a door on the other side of the room. It was near the bar, leading to the room which could be rented out above the pub.

"The man I bumped into outside was one of them. Only. . . it wasn't him. It was her. I think she's using their faces to become them. To get revenge on them. I think that's her power," Jessie explained.

Lestrade continued to twist his rosary beads between his fingers, assessing Jessie nervously before looking around the pub. "A demon walks amongst us. She must be found and dealt with."

"Dealt with?" Clementine repeated.

The girl was nervous. For now, the only ones who knew about her strange nightmares were Spike and Leo, and that was how it had to stay. Especially with how Lestrade was reacting to Jessie and this girl.

Lestrade narrowed his eyes across at Clementine, looking her up and down. He was a police officer; smart enough to make the assumption that the girl knew more than she was letting on. But he also knew that right now, he had a so-called demon to deal with.

The inspector walked off not the group of teenagers, approaching the man behind the bar to who Billy and Spike had gone to speak to earlier. When the man spotted Lestrade coming his way, he immediately became irritable.
"I told you lot to do one. Are you trying to put me out of business?"

Lestrade shifted his jacket to show that he had his firearm on him, ignoring the man's attempt at getting rid of him. "The two men who were killed in this area, we think they drank here. Dave Oliver and Paul Cambridge."

While Spike and Billy kept an eye on everyone around them, Clementine and Jessie walked towards the bar, staying near Lestrade to make sure that he didn't keep anything from them. He might've wanted to find the murderer as well, but he was unlikely to want the same outcome as the teenagers.

"Yeah. They're regulars. Good friends of mine. Good men," the owner of the pub answered.

"Do you remember them taking a girl upstairs here with a third man?" Lestrade asked.

"That sort've thing doesn't happen here."

Clementine felt her jaw clench as she looked at the man, feeling her anger boil. Not only did he know about it happening, but he also allowed it to.

"You're lying," Jessie spat. "They paid you to use one of their rooms."

The owner held back a disgusting smirk as he looked at the girl, "I did no such thing. I'm a family man. This is my home. My wife and kids live upstairs. This is a respectable establishment. If she snuck upstairs with someone, she's probably a whore."